Watching the twins was always more like watching one of those adventure shows where the two oldest males in a group of animals faced each other down for dominance. Even though there was rarely any growling, and only occasionally anything even semi-violent.
That Gor was planning on working on something D&D on New Years was pretty much a given, so Slav did not ask any questions about it. He really did not understand the whole thing, but had no qualms about leaving his brother to it. Whatever made him happy, right? As it was Slav himself was more interested in his food, and his attention was wavering to other topics.
Say, for instance the recent influx of requests to the shop he worked at for restoring 1967 Chevy Impalas. Nice car, he guessed, and the year before they swelled up to boat-sized monstrosities.
Slav had already zoned out, and was not coming back on his own for awhile.